Redsand Canyon sandkiss

it was bittersweet.

the scent of meadow upon the air, reyson's own twined around it.

tamar had arsenio, but she had also the responsibilities of epoch.

bearing the news of the pack freshly forming in the thunder-dome, and a bundling of honey with saffron leaves, tamar descended into the familiar canyon.

there was no fear in her. diplomacy had become one of her strengths, and as she called for the wolves of tikal, tamar was flushed with resoluteness.